First BBQ of the season
Neil complained the other day that there were more pictures of the cats on my blog than Aude (I notice he didn’t mention anything about there not being enough pictures of me on the blog, but I’ve chalked this up as an oversight on his part and have included one of myself as well). It’s only fitting, then, that I dedicate this post to him.
They say necessity is the mother of invention, and that was definitely the case today. I bought a few racks of ribs to throw on the BBQ, neglecting to check in advance whether I had any barbecue sauce in the fridge. Sure enough, the cupboard was bare, and this being Sunday, all of the shops were closed. Two trips to the local petrol stations yielded plenty of ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise, but no barbecue sauce. So I had no choice but to make my own.
Fifteen minutes of Googling later, I had a recipe that I could assemble with the ingredients in the house and a little creativity. Ketchup, tomato paste, garlic, onions, paprika, chilli, cayenne pepper, black pepper, cider vinegar, brown sugar and bourbon, plus a splash of Worchester sauce, a dollop of mustard and a little soy sauce all came together to make an improvised BBQ sauce that turned out to be great.
All in all, a pretty good Sunday. We had a nice walk through the forest behind our house this afternoon, discovering a new castle (how often does that happen?) and finding a great vantage point to survey our whole village. Five loads of laundry. Lunch and dinner on the balcony.
What more do you need on a weekend but that?